#emilys 2k party

[roosterforme]

Hey Em, idk if ur taking requests rn but could u maybe do something where teenage bradley or jake react to reader getting a lip piercing? 😭 i just got one recently and i’ve been thinking abt it sm. Love your writing 🫶🫶

Nonny, I'm going to include this with my teenage dirtbag collection from a few months ago, because it's a perfect fit! This is for my 2k followers party!

Bradley's unrequited crush on you stretched all the way back to freshman year when you were both fourteen years old. You had accidentally spilled chocolate pudding on his shoe in the school cafeteria, and when you laughed and simply said, "Oops," he fell half in love with you.

Now he was seventeen and about to graduate, and he'd never so much as asked you out. You were next to him in alphabetical order, and he saw you every day at school. And he'd never even so much as told you he liked you. 

After Carole dropped Bradley off at the football field to get ready for his commencement ceremony to begin, he was told to line up in alphabetical order. "Great," he muttered, shuffling up next to you alphabetically. "Hi," he managed to say, and you turned to face him, spilling your drink on his shoe.

"Oops," you said, and Bradley's eyes caught on the tiny lip piercing at the corner of your mouth. That wasn't there yesterday. And if he wasn't fully in love with you before, he sure was now. "Sorry, Bradshaw."

"I really like you," he blurted out, and you smiled at him before turning the other way as the line of students started moving forward. Bradley's heart was pounding as he followed you to the folding chairs and sat down next to you. He was probably going to die of embarrassment before he got his diploma.

He listened to the speeches and tried to focus, but your leg was brushing his. And then he felt your fingers on his hand, and he looked at you right when you said, "I really like you, too."

Then you kissed him. During the speech the valedictorian was giving. Right in front of everyone. Bradley was sure he would hear about this from his mom later, but he didn't care. Because he could feel your lip piercing rubbing along his own lips.

And then you settled back in your seat like nothing had even happened. But your fingers were still linked with his. And after you both had your diplomas, you told him your phone number, which he immediately memorized. And the next day, you let him feel your lip piercing with his mouth again.

[softtdaisy]

when hearts find their way / Aaron Hotchner

summary. if Hotch decided to break up with you to protect you, he regrets it anytime he looks at you. And he looks at you a lot.

words count. 2,443

a/n. just a short story, she said, just to start writing again. And here comes my first Hotch fic with more than 2k words. It's a first, I hope you'll like and well...I'll write something happier another day (it has a good ending I promise)

Hotch wished he could stop looking at you.

It wasn’t like he needed to focus on you right now. Not outside the office. Not at Rossi’s party to celebrate another year as a completely alive team. Not when you’re clearly out of danger.

Well, except if he counted Emily’s and JJ’s drinking with you more than usual. 

But that wasn’t a real danger. Especially when there were plenty of people not drinking tonight to make sure everyone will go back home safe. Including Reid. Including himself.

However, Hotch was incapable of putting his eyes away from you.

Too scared there might be an unknown treat around here. Too scared you might disappear if he dared look away. Too scared you might find somebody else to end the night.

That was the scariest thought above all. 

He clinched on his drink harder, blaming himself for being so stupidly attached to someone he shouldn’t. Someone he already told no before. 

“And I thought we locked up Hotch in the office to get Aaron tonight,” Rossi said, standing next to him. Hotch let out a small and single amused sigh. He took the risk of closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, you were still there. Thankfully.

“I’m fully here, David.” he answered, turning to his friend who looked more than amused by the situation. There was one problem with being close with your coworker: when their work is to analyze people, you can be sure they will do it with you too. “Having fun?”

“More than you I guess.” Hotch opened his mouth to respond to it but didn’t get the time before Rossi put his hand up. “Or your level of fun is watching over her?” 

Was he that obvious? Technically, he had been standing alone in the corner of the room for a few minutes now. “I’m not watching over her.” Of course, it didn’t convince Rossi. Worse, it made him laugh. 

“Oh you clearly are, Aaron. I know you’re not a man of many words but you should consider that speaking is better than stalking.” 

He sighed, taking another slip of his drink. “Would you stop, please?” 

But Hotch had to be honest. Because he did take profit of the silence and the small break Rossi was giving him to take another look. He saw you dancing with Morgan. The first thing that came to his mind was that he was safe.

Safe from what, you idiot? It’s not like he had any right to be jealous or possessive. Or even protective. You weren’t his. And it was his fault. 

Hotch could never forget how your expression went from desire, the need to kiss every single piece of face, to the sadness and the anger of being rejected. “We shouldn't do that.” He heard himself say. Four stupid words. Four stabs right into your heart. 

“I’ll give you some advice.” Rossi said to interrupt his thoughts. And Hotch gave up, fully concentrating on whatever he had to say to prevent himself from reliving the night that ruined everything. 

“Either you talk to her and make a move. Or you leave her alone. But stop playing with that girl's heart and mind.”

“You say that like she cares.” He knew that by saying that, he was admitting there was more than a professional conflict between you. Not that anyone in this house was even believing that it was only professional. You don’t look at a member of your team like they were the loss of your life. Not the biggest, but close.

“Oh she does.” Rossi said, looking at you. So did Hotch. And for the first time tonight, he caught your eyes on him. Just for a second before you noticed and went back to your discussion with Emily. But it was enough for him.

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Later that night, Hotch learnt that Rossi wasn’t the only one aware that something was going between you two.

He was one of the first to sit at the table, in front of JJ. They talked for a few minutes and more members of the team started to join. Until JJ got up suddenly and called your name. “Please, take my seat.”

“What? Why?” you replied, confused at the offer when there were still some places available at the end of the table. You didn’t take the time to look at JJ’s seat, next to who she was. It was like she gave you the time too anyway.

As soon as you approached, she put both hands on your shoulder to make you sit. “It will be easier to check on Henry if at the head of the table.” she replied, putting a kiss on your hair before leaving you still very confused. For a few seconds.

Until you looked up and met those brown eyes that you started to know by heart until they became a mystery again. 

“Very subtle, Jennifer.” you sighed. But you weren’t mad. Not at her for reading you and trying to help you. And neither at Hotch. You could tell from the little frowning, because everything was always little when it comes to expressing himself -but thankfully not little on other things-, that he was as confused as you are.

You saw him lean closer to you, his hands on the table to stay stable. And you did the same to hear him. “I didn’t…it’s not…”

You could restrain the smile on your face. You could blame it on the alcohol to not accept it. But it was a genuine reaction to him, opening himself to you. A little. “I know.” you replied, naturally putting your hand on top of his. 

When Hotch freezed at your contact, you assumed you went too far. Again. And immediately take your hand off, lean back on your chair and start a new conversation with Reid to avoid your boss.

When Hotch freezed at your contact, he actually was just thrown back to weeks earlier when you couldn’t stop touching him. And for a brief second, he remembered how good it felt to be appreciated. 

Sadly, it didn’t last long. Because he was incapable of keeping people he loved in his life.

Most of the dinner was bittersweet for Hotch.

The team was loud and most of you laughed so hard you had a stomach ache. And the food was so nice that Emily asked multiple times if Rossi was sure he couldn’t adopt her. The answer sadly stayed no.

And Hotch would lie saying he didn’t have a good time. 

But he would also lie if he said your lack of interaction didn’t hurt him.

He noticed how you always make sure to not meet his eyes when he couldn’t stop looking at you. With the way the candle’s light was dancing on your face, he felt like discovering your traits again. 

Or how you only responded when he talked to you directly. Which he stopped after a few tries.

Hotch wasn’t the only one noticing that. None of the team felt like stepping in a story they didn’t know. Even if they heart felt for their boss who felt disarmed for the first time -at least, for them. And for you, because you had your reasons to act like that.

But in the end, they did step in. Without meaning to.

When the party came to an end, they all started to organize the ride back home. JJ jumped into Reid’s car while Morgan brought Emily back to her place. Everybody left slowly. 

Until there was you.

And Hotch.

“Of course.” you mumbled when you saw him and Rossi talking in the hallway. They didn’t notice you yet and you took the opportunity to watch the man that broke your heart. Because you had to be honest, Aaron still held a special place in your heart. He looked so good tonight and especially right now, with his shirt more unbuttoned than before and his jacket laying on his arm. You loved his hair a little less styled after many hours or how his eyes looked more glassy from the wine and the fatigue. 

You loved many things about that man. Which made the heartbreak even more difficult to accept. 

“Oh, you’re here.” Rossi noticed you and opened his arm to add you in the conversation. “Hope you enjoyed the evening.”

“It was perfect David, thank you.” you replied with a genuine smile that created the exact same one on Hotch. When you turned to him, he was surprised that your smile didn’t drop. “Can we go?” you asked and he simply nodded.

“I’m sorry.” Hotch said once you were both sitting in the car. “I didn’t plan this.” 

If you had any doubt that it wasn’t his fault, you were now sure that he wasn’t the thinker of this situation. From the way he couldn’t look at you or how his hands were shaking before he put them on the wheel. “I know.” 

Without a surprise, the ride was calm. Hotch was a silent driver, focusing on the road and the music coming from the radio for a low volume. And you appreciated that. You did back then when you saw each other because it was peaceful. You still did. How ironic that the ride to your place felt more like home than the idea of going to your own apartment.

It was a memory of a better time. Of coming home from cases with Aaron, going to your place because it was more serene to him than his silent home. The only thing missing was his hand grabbing yours now and then during the drive. Multiple times, Hotch actually started to move his hand before remembering he couldn’t do that no more. 

When he finally parked, you turned to him to thank him. Even, maybe, probably, apologizing for your attitude tonight. But he spoke before you.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

You frowned. “Driving me home? I mean, Rossi could have given a room for the night but I really appreciate you dri…”

“Breaking up with you.”

The silence came back. Because you didn’t know what to answer. Sure, he shouldn't have done that.

Aaron shouldn’t have looked at you after spending another night with you. Not after sharing a hotel room with you in San Francisco during all the cases. Not after making love every single night that week there to forget about the atrocity of the world outside. To feel loved. To give love. 

Not after making you believe that this could become a routine. Something normal. Something real. Something that he thought could become real too.

No, he shouldn’t have looked at you from where you were laying: on your bed, still naked under the sheet. While he was putting on his shirt from yesterday. And said “We shouldn’t do that.” Four words. Not more. Not an explanation because of course Aaron Hotchner didn’t have to explain himself. He was the boss, after all. 

And you were so mad that morning, knowing that this could come but believing it wouldn’t, that you didn’t ask for more. You only gave him an emotionless “ok”.

“After San Francisco,” Aaron started, “I got scared. Because I’m your boss. Because this felt natural. I really wanted this to continue, but at what cost? Too many scenarios came to me during the flight back. What if something happened to you during a case. What if we break up and we can’t work together properly. What if someone finds out. Who should leave, you or me? And you knew I was being selfish because if that happened, I know people above would make sure I wasn’t the one fired.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your heart, but when he looked at you after opening his heart to you like that, more than ever before, you felt the tears coming. Because for the first time since the break up, you were able to stop this idea of an arrogant Hotch that took what he could and threw the rest away. You saw again the Aaron that you fell in love with: the broken man that was trying his best to breathe and find happiness again. 

“In any scenario, I lose you. I stupidly believe that having control over that loss would be easier. But it’s even harder to know I broke your heart and mine at the same time and couldn't do anything to fix them.” 

“But why…” you said softly, moving a little closer to him. “Why imagine and accept the worst when everything was great?”

“Because life has always been difficult and I stopped believing good things could happen to a man like me.” he let out a sad laugh. “I lost my wife, I didn’t know how to be a good dad to my son, I sometimes feel overwhelmed and incapable of doing my job right. Why would things be great with you?” 

It was a genuine question. Aaron felt like happiness was an unknown concept in his life. Anytime something good happened, something bad came right after. He couldn’t even appreciate the soft hand you put on his cheek now.

“Because you deserve to be happy, Aaron.” you whispered. He let you put your forehead against his. You remembered how it appeased him back then. “Please, stop rejecting the ones that want to love you. We are here for you.”

“We?”

“There still can be a us if you want to.” 

Aaron closed his eyes. He needed to think about that. He wanted you. He wanted to give himself to you. But it meant fighting against his fears. Can he be strong enough for you? Like you could read his mind, you added “We can fight together.” 

Slowly, he brought a hand to your neck to have you even closer and to kiss you. A soft, sweet and small kiss on your lips. A promise that he couldn’t say outloud but he wanted you to understand. Sure, Aaron needed love. But he needed someone willing to fight against the world with him and for him. 

“You know, things could have been a little easier if you told me that instead of breaking up with me when I was naked.” you said against his lips which made him laugh. 

“Would you accept compensation for that moment?”

“I have all night, all day and all my life for you.”

Holding hands, you brought Aaron back to the place he felt the more at peace these past years. But in all honesty, he started to think that maybe any place with you would be a peaceful one. 

[distantdarlings]

PARTY MONSTER // m. riddle

RATING: R / 2K words

Mattheo Riddle x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details, though mentioned that the reader is wearing a dress)

+ SUMMARY - You are invited to a Slytherin dorm party but cannot seem to find your friends anywhere. Your search is interrupted when someone else finds you. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, sensuality, heavy kissing, petting, implied oral sex but not described, dom!Mattheo

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Party Monster - The Weeknd

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The music overhead pounded throughout the stone halls. Dark green and blue lighting was strung from every possible hanger that could be found. A few green-flame candles hung suspended in the air above your head. The entire enormous room was coated in the house’s rich color.

Frankly, you were surprised none of the staff had been called down to see what the hell was going on. You figured one of the older students had put some kind of muting spell around the whole common room to keep everything private. The Slytherin common room was vast and intricately decorated. You’d only been inside of it a few times. Though students were not supposed to go into common rooms other than their own, you had been snuck in a couple of times for study sessions with some of your Slytherin friends. Because of this, you were a bit more comfortable finding your way around. 

You weaved through the dancing crowd, brushing past sweating, swaying bodies. You were dressed just about like everyone else but you still worried you stood out like a sore thumb. The general feeling of not belonging made you a bit nervous. Nobody had ever told a professor when you had been in here before but you couldn’t help but keep your head down as you looked for your friends. 

Since there were no classes tomorrow, you had agreed to come to this party, though you were now wondering if it was a mistake. The burning stench of firewhisky found its way to your nostrils, making your eyes water slightly. Somehow in your journey to track your friends down, a glass of the strong stuff found its way into your hand. You sighed in defeat and raised the cup to your lips. Hopefully, it hadn’t belonged to someone else.

After another few minutes of wandering aimlessly, you had just about given up on finding your friends when a set of long, dark fingers slid their way around your waist to the front of your stomach. You laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling and turned around.

“Emily, I’ve been looking—oh!” The smile on your face faded. Before you stood the exact opposite of your best friend. A darkened boy with an intoxicated smirk on his face. His eyes hung low almost like he was tired and his lips appeared slightly swollen. The hand not around you cradled a full-sized bottle of firewhisky. You willed your eyes not to widen as he tilted the ashen bottle back. His lips curled determinedly around the mouth of the glass container, the suction from his drinking forming a dark bleed around his lips. So that was why his lips were so swollen, you thought. Your eyebrows screwed together as you pushed that thought away from your mind.

“My name is not Emily,” the boy smirked, his hand falling away from your waist as you turned. 

“I know that—I’m sorry, I thought you were my friend,” you tried to explain. You struggled to pull your eyes away from his black ones, yet no matter how hard you tried, they just seemed to drag you deeper into them. 

“You know who I am?” he asks. You knew who he was. Mattheo Riddle. He was infamous within the walls of this castle. Everyone knew who he was. They knew his attitude, his friends, or his body and you happened to know all three. By acquaintance, anyway. A girl that sat behind you in your Herbology class had—apparently—slept with him a few months ago and had managed to describe everything about him. She, fortunately, did not leave out a single detail and that, along with seeing Mattheo in the hallways on the way to class, had been the subject of your fantasies for a while now. 

You finally pulled your eyes away from his and looked down at your painted nails. He got around often and quickly and you knew that. He wasn’t actually interested in you, he—

His fingers gently slipped beneath your chin. He tilted your face up to look back at his. Your eyes fluttered as you struggled to not look away. It was honestly hard to look straight at him. The expression on his face and the firewhisky beginning to broil in your system started to make this whole situation seem better and better. What had you been saying? He wasn’t actually interested in you? He was just a player?

His tongue slipped between his lips to gently wet them. He never broke eye contact with you. Your eyes glanced down at the bottle in his free hand. He caught the change in your line of vision and chuckled darkly.

“Head back, love,” he cooed, pushing your chin back slowly and raising the bottle. 

You were not going to fuck this boy.

***

His room was dark and smelled lightly of candle smoke and something rather…earthy. Mattheo walked past the extinguished fireplace on the left wall and further into the room. You felt his fingers unfurl from yours as he tossed his wand onto the bedside table, the wooden object hit the surface with a clatter. He whispered something and the fire to your left erupted in flames. It was bright and too warm for your liking but the boy it illuminated was cut like David.

Mattheo walked back over to you. His softly carved fingers traced slowly up your arms. Though you wore a long-sleeved dress, you could still feel the boy’s fingertips through the material. A shudder passed through you as his eyes found your lips. 

He pressed his hand tightly against the small of your back, pulling you close against his body. You recognized this position as the one that he had done while he was dancing out in the common room only moments before. Your hips melded against Mattheo’s as you let him roll you back. You closed your eyes as you allowed Mattheo to support you, your hands clutching the collar of his white shirt. You felt your back crane against his hand, as the boy pressed his head in the crook of your neck. You hid a smile as your fingers slid in his curled hair. His lips and tongue found purchase against your soft skin. Your fingers tightened in the strands and didn’t release when he groaned against your neck. 

It was endearing how Mattheo seemed to incorporate sex into everything, but you knew it was probably more of a teenaged-boy-hormone thing rather than an artistic thing. Mattheo was an experienced boy, that much was clear, but you weren’t. You’d never gone further than kissing but the way that Mattheo moved your body within his hands made you feel like you’d always known. Like you’d always felt that rhythm that Mattheo kept in his body. Maybe that was a bad thing, but at this moment you didn’t care. Mattheo’s lips against your skin and the firewhisky in your blood seemed to dull a lot of caution.

He pulled you as close to him as you would go. Your lips trembled as the boy walked you backward to his bed, molding his red lips against your chest. You weren't sure how you felt about this, feeling a boy's touch and wanting more. If your parents knew what you were up to right now, they'd murder you but this was your small way of rebelling against them. You were a young student, for Merlin’s sake, you figured it was time for you to have a little fun. Being magical was the greatest thing that ever happened to you, but now you wanted to experience a little bit of mundanity as well. No magic, no spells, no potions, just your bodies moving together.

"K—" you breathed out, your chest shuddering beneath the pressure of the other's closeness.

"What?" Mattheo asked, his eyes flicking up to yours.

You looked into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall into them. You wanted to fill the brunette's arms wrapped around you and his cold lips on your chest. You wanted to feel his heartstrings wrap around your throat and suffocate you. You no longer cared about any consequences at the moment, you just wanted him.

"Kiss me." 

Mattheo exhaled shakily and pressed his lips to yours, holding your face in place with his firm fingers. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to be closer to him in any way possible. 

You felt Mattheo’s hands fall away from your back and slip beneath the underside of your thighs. You let out a gasp as he lifted you off the ground and pressed you to the wall just beside his bed. The feeling of the stone behind you and Mattheo’s rough body in front of you made you shudder with delight. Your legs tightened around his waist, pressing his belt buckle tightly against you. Black spots appeared at the corner of your eyes.

The brown-haired boy's lips melded perfectly with your own, allowing you to see that this was what you wanted. 

You unwrapped your legs from the other's tight waist, placing your feet gently on the floor. You pushed Mattheo backwards and over to the bed. The boy fell against it and allowed you to straddle his hips.

“Baby,” he let the word slide out slowly as your hips slid against his. His head tilted back against the bed, exposing his throat so perfectly to you. You laid down against him and bruised his throat. If Mattheo was a player, you were the end to that. Every touch and whisper of a breath against his bare skin had him keening for you like you were oxygen and he was drowning. 

He pulled your lips back to his own, feeling the way your chest pressed so beautifully against his own. You let out a small moan at the taste of Mattheo’s tongue.

He brought his fingers up to your hair, burying them within the soft strands. Your chest rumbled against Mattheo’s at the feeling of the boy gently tugging on your hair. He chuckled meanly at the reaction he pulled out of you. His fist suddenly closed tightly around your hair, yanking your head to the side. You whined at the sudden pain in your scalp as he rolled the two of you over.

The brunette's hands quickly traveled down to your waist, pulling the hem of your dress up to your waist. His nimble fingers found their way to the thin panty straps on either side of your hips. The white lace contrasted gorgeously with his honeyed skin as his fingers curled the fabric tightly within themselves.

“Don’t rip those,” you growled when the tension being applied to the fabric started to become too much. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he responded in the same tone.

“Mattheo, I’m serious—they were fucking expensive,” you gripped the hair at the front of his scalp, holding his head back to look you in the eye.

“All for me?” he whispered, his fingers still not releasing the straps of fabric. 

“All for whoever was going to get it tonight,” you joked, warning him with your eyes. “You think you’re special?” 

His eyes darkened at my words. I was lying through my teeth. He was special and, truly, had been the reason you dressed up for tonight. You’d already been crushing for months, so you figured it was time to try and act on it a bit. If it didn’t work, you’d drop it and move on. But if it did… 

“Nobody else out there would ever make you feel like I would,” he growled, his fingers snapping the fabric finally. You yelped in protest at the beautiful torn fabric settling on either side of you.

“You dick—”

“Shut the fuck up—I’ll buy you new ones,” he settled himself between your thighs. “Won’t be the first time I do it either.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous comment, trying your best not to just kick him right where he was. He was goddamn annoying but, fuck, did he look good down there. His eyes watched you closely, his head tilting slightly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks. 

“Wondering if I go and get Blaise, this will go any faster,” you smirked, knowing that would rile him up. His smile faded and his eyes darkened once more. He gripped the back of your thighs roughly, digging his fingernails into your fleshy skin, and yanked you to the edge of his bed as fast as he could. 

“We’ll see if you still want Blaise by the end of tonight.”

[jinkiezzsstuff]

I absolutely loved the Emily and Charlie ideas you wrote so I was hoping to request another Charlie x male reader with some smut (but not the main focus). Idea being everyone going out for an evening with Charlie staying at the hotel to work, secretly wanting some company but telling everyone to have fun anyway. Reader didn't go out and found her later in the evening (maybe can tell how she's feeling) so offers some company/someone to cuddle. The main smut I'd like to include would be her leaving some scratch or kiss marks and her being quite touchy/hands on.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the others teehee i tried my best with this so i hope you enjoy it but im not too happy with how it turned out tbh, idk why, i guess it could be because i didn’t feel like during the smut scenes i did charlie justice, lmk what you think.

Charlie x male!reader

After Party

warnings: creampie, biting, scratching, kinda rushed smut, angsty charlie, possibly ooc charlie but i can’t tell, charlie n vaggie are friends, im not sure if there’s anything else, oh swearing, NOT PROOFREAD beware of errors.

word count: 2K

Charlie was tired. Between her father disbelieving in her, Alastor picking a fight with him, the failed meeting with Adam, and finding out Vaggie was an angel? She was over and exhausted. She tried to keep up her mood but she just couldn’t stop the spiralling thought process of handling everything on her own. It seemed like every step forward she had to take four steps back, nobody believed or respected her.

“Cmon, we needa little par-tay.” Angel whined pushing himself over the back of the couch dramatically. Charlie hummed, barely listening as the crowd of sinners lingered in the little living room-like area. “We don’t need anymore fuckin parties, spider.” Husk muttered before taking a big swig of his drink. “I don’t know, I think a little bit of recreational activity could really brighten the spirits!” Alastor exclaimed, and as much as Charlie would like to join the fun, if she didn’t finish up the work she had she knew it would only stress her out further, but she knew the others worked hard too and deserved a little treat.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some cash and beckoned over Alastor. “Here, why don’t you take everyone out to relax?” She said softly, despite her desire for company and hope that one of the few would stay back to assist. “Aren’tcha comin’ toots?” Angel who jumped up the moment Charlie pulled out money asked, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh no, i’ve got sooo much to do here, you guys go on without me! Bond a little!” She smiled as brightly as she could, although anyone with a keen eye could tell it was forced. In the back of her mind she was hoping for more punch back, more of her friends to beg her to come out with them, but instead they shrugged her off and left rather quickly.

Sighing Charlie rung her hands together and walked up the stairs slowly, vacant and alone, the hotel now seemed so eerie. She made her way to an office one that had been used by the whole team she had, so herself, Vaggie and Alastor. She plopped herself lazily on the ripped leather office chair, air slowly escaping the cheap foam as she did. Charlie couldn’t help the bitter feelings stirring around in her; she was always happy to help her friends and wanted them to have fun and relax, she just wished maybe they cared a little more about her? It was a confusing sensation, she knew Vaggie cared, but at times she felt more like a personal body guard rather than friend, and Alastor, she knew deep down, didn’t actually care.

Opening her phone she decided to try and ease her mind before sorting out the paperwork she had piling, unfortunately the universe wasn’t kind to her. Opening Sinstagram the first sight she was greeted with was Angels varying posts and stories which included all the crew members piled into a booth enjoying their drink of choice. It made a scorned yucky feeling of jealousy tangle within her stomach. Groaning she pulled open a drawer and stuck her phone in it, slamming it shut after. “It’s better to just work.” The princess mumble pulling the first stack of papers near her; the billing’s for their failed comercial.

After an hour of word Charlie sat back in her seat and messaged her sore neck. Pulling her phone from the drawer she checked the time. 23:48. Having no idea when the others would get back, she shuffled from the office to the second story balcony for some air. “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were here!” Charlie exclaimed, seeing you leant over the balcony railing. Looking over your shoulder you gave the little devil a warm smile. “You can join.” You say beckoning her forward, with a sigh and a forced smile Charlie came up alongside you, mimicking your stance. “What’re you still doing here?” Charlie questioned eyeing you from her peripheral. Your brow quirked and your face turned to confusion, with a quick hum you replied. “Just relaxing..?” The statement came out uncertain and wobbly, but you weren’t quite sure what she meant.

“No, i mean why didn’t you go out with the others?” Your head tilted back as you let out an ‘ah’, now understanding what she meant. “I just, well, this is the only time i get free yknow, always gotta be doing something so it’s nice to be alone, but i also want to have fun with them, but that drains me yknow?” Charlie quickly nodded her head at that completely understanding where you were coming from. “Yeah i know what you mean. I wish somebody stayed back with me.” Nudging yourself lightly into her, she met your eyes with curiosity floating in her own. “Well I stayed back, why don’t we relax together?” You suggest warmly, smiling fondly down at her. Charlie momentarily stuttered, blushing at the way her mind wandered to naughty places.

“Ahem, uh, sure! Yes! Let’s do that!” The princess fumbled, pushing herself away from your hold. You could tell she was flustered as she walked off leading you to whatever part of the hotel she’d choose to relax in, you felt a little voice in the back of your head egging you on to tease her, and who were you to deny your great mind. “Alrighty this it my room! Uhhh, why don’t we watch a movie or something..?” Charlie trailed off leading you into her bedroom.

You took a quick look around enjoying the aesthetic her room held. Charlie kicked her shoes off and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. “You can lounge on the bed if you want, i totally don’t mind!” You grinned and got onto the bed, watching as she frantically ran around “Calm down hun, you look real stressed.” You urged her frantic pacing causing loose hairs to tangle and fly out from her ponytail. “Ugh, i know!” Sighing she finally plopped on the bed beside you and laid back hands folded on her stomach and eyes closed. Leaning over slightly to look down on her, you observed her somewhat relaxed face as you watched her slow her breathing down. Assumably trying to cease the slow crawling panic that was clawing at her. “It may be a little forward but I heard compression and hugs can help stress, you wanna cuddle or some shit?” Your voice came out slightly tight a little unsure of how to go about the request. Charlie’s eyes fluttered opened and blinked toward you, after a moment of silent contemplation Charlie sighed happily opening her arms. With a huff and a smile you scooted down, wrapping your arms around her while laying beside her.

She scooted up into your side, her right hand sliding up your chest and around your shoulder. It sent shivers down your spine, and blood straight to your dick, embarrassingly so. Ignoring the sensation, your hand gently traced shapes into Charlie’s side where your arm was placed. Charlie’s head slowly lifted and shifted from the bed to your chest, tucking herself under your chin. Her hair tickled at your nose and chin, you could smell her shampoo and the perfume she’d used. You tightened your grip subtly, enjoying the warmth she let off, and with a hum she swung one of her legs over your hips, twisting her body entirely against you.

You took a deep breath attempting to calm your heart and the tightening sensation in your pants. Like the devil spawn she is, Charlie began tracing your chest, flattening her palm against your chest and trailing down from your neck, to the hem of your jeans, and back up to your neck again. Taking a deep breath you brought your hand up to you with her hair in attempts to distract you.

“Thanks for this.” She mumbled nuzzling her face further into your chest. You hummed eyes lazily dancing around shapes your eyes made up on the canopy above. “Any time.” You replied after a moment. The two of you laid there silently, softly the two of you let your hands drift across eachother innocently. It wasn’t until charlie’s hand ducted under your shirt to touch your bare chest that the air in the room got thick and heated. Breath hitching you zeroed in on her claws softly scratching down your chest. “Charlie,” You warned as her claw nicked the waistband of your jeans. Charlie knew good and well what she was doing, could you blame her? You’ve always been so attentive to her feelings and emotional state, the first to check on her after a stressful situation and give her the best advice you could.

With sudden need shooting through Charlie she straddled your waist bracing herself against your chest. Your hands reflexively went to her hips, eyes shooting up to meet her own attempting to figure out what the hell she was doing. She traced her claws down your tshirt covered chest, and when she made it to the bottom her hands wiggled underneath the fabric to paw at your warm skin. As she did you traced circles on her hips, and quirked a questioning brow at her. “Whatcha up to princess?” Charlie smiled shyly, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. “I just want to repay you for your kindness towards me.”

Your face twisted with worry, abruptly you sat up, making her gasp and tucked your hands behind her back to keep her from falling. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me,” You quickly say, however Charlie pushed you back down, shushing you as she did. “It’s more then just that, i think you know they though. Let’s relax, desttress.” With that being said, you tossed aside your tshirt while Charlie eagerly undid your pants, hands shaking as she did. Your hands decided not to diddly saddle and undo her pants simultaneously, needing to feel her speedily.

You were already achingly hard, precum dripping down your shaft as Charlie shakily gripped you giving your head a soft squeeze. Pulling her hand away Charlie kicked off the pants that clung underneath her knees, and readied herself against you. You hummed out in pleasure relaxing into the mattress as she sunk down onto you, above you Charlie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clenching onto every vein and ridge. It was delectable, she couldn’t understand why she’d never gone for this before. Bottoming out, Charlie’s legs shook, her body would involuntarily convulse every now and again as she attempted to adjust to the size of you. Falling forward unable to keep herself up she sunk her nails into your chest making you groan deeply, bucking your hips up into hers.

Nuzzling herself into your neck as you took the reigns, thrusting up into her at a steady pace, she began to leave teeth marks and hickies along your neck, desperate moans broken out between nips and bites. Your arms encased her pulling her near as you roughly fucked up into her at a brutal pace, her juices dripping down you. Erotic, loud slapping noises were all that you could hear in the room accompanied by Charlie’s whimpers and please. “Fuckkk, yknow how long i’ve waited for this? They don’t know what their missing not staying around someone like you.” You say splaying your fingers through her hair as you do, at this point Charlie’s body laid limp atop your own, your knees up and angled to continue your rapid pace.

“Please,” Charlie begged clenching tightly around you, you huffed out a moan that you attempted to cover and slid your hands down to squeeze her ass. Groaning loudly, you pushed her over, still inside you hovered over her, pulling her legs up over your shoulders to gain new access. With this angle you were able to hit different areas making Charlie squeal. “Oh fuck Charlie,” You groaned as your balls slapped against her ass, finally you felt the band snapping and slowly you filled her with cum, pumping all of what you had inside her. Charlie cried out clenching, and convulsing against you. She tried to inch away screaming your name loudly as she road out her high against you. When the two of you had finished, catching your breaths, you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest.

She rolled her head from one side to face you, her eyes glazed over barely seeming like she was there. “Didja mean what you said about wanting this for so long?” You nodded at her, the softness in her voice was music to your ears and made goosebumps crawl against your skin. “Yeah, since i got here, you’ve had my eye.” Humming softly the princess said nothing, but buried her head in your chest.

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I Knew You'd Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - Head Kisses

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A series of unrelated one-shots and mini fics about the many types of kisses Aaron and Emily share.

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Hi friends,

Here's another one of these prompts to wrap up the week. This is just soft, with a touch of mommy issues because I can't help myself.

Please see the masterlist for a full list of tags, and the list of prompts for this series.

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Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily tried to avoid one-on-one time with her mother as much as possible. It was easier to do since she’d had Samuel, the 18-month-old and Jack both excellent distractions for Elizabeth when she came over to the house, her love for her grandsons obvious whenever they were together. 

On her worst days, Emily envied her mother's relationship with Samuel and Jack. The easy way she showed her love for them, the affection Emily had to earn when she was young given away as if it was free. It was nothing but proof to her that Elizabeth had always been capable of it, but had prioritised different things when she was young. 

She’d tried to get out of lunch with her mother, not entirely in the mood to be her best self after a rough night with Samuel. He was sick, the 18-month-old refusing to sleep and crying if he was anywhere but in her arms, so she and Aaron had barely slept as they took turns to soothe him. She’d almost called her mom to tell her she couldn’t make it, but Aaron had encouraged her out of the door, reminding her if she didn’t do it now she’d just have to rearrange it after a week of building herself up to it. She’d kissed him goodbye, whilst grumbling about his need to always be so damn sensible, and she’d made her way to her mother’s favourite restaurant. 

The first thing she does when she arrives is order the biggest coffee she can, wanting to make sure she is as alert as she possibly could be. She’s barely sat down for 5 minutes when she hears her mother’s voice echoing around her.

“Emily,” she exclaims, stamping a kiss on each of Emily’s cheeks as she stands to greet her, “It’s good to see you,” she says, frowning as she pulls back, “Are you okay? You look exhausted.” 

She suppresses an eye roll and clenches her teeth, wondering if it is too early to order a glass of wine, “Thanks, Mom,” she says as she takes her seat again, “Sammy is sick so we had a rough night.”

“Oh no,” Elizabeth says as she sits down, “Is he okay?” 

Emily nods, “He’ll be fine, it’s just a bug Jack brought home from school. He’ll be okay in a day or two. He’s all about me when he’s sick though,” she says, unable to pretend she didn’t enjoy all the extra snuggles from her toddler who was seemingly always on the go these days, “So Aaron tried to help but I was up most the night.” 

Elizabeth raises her eyebrows, “Well, if you didn’t coddle him so much he’d manage just fine I’m sure.” 

She sucks in a deep breath and smiles tightly, knowing that the only way to stop herself from biting at the bait offered to her was to change the conversation. “How are you, Mom? How’s work?” 

Her technique works, just as it always did, and she sits back and half listens as Elizabeth talks about work and the embassy. She checks her phone to make sure Aaron hasn’t attempted to contact her, and she smiles at the picture of Samuel and Jack that she has set as her wallpaper, the two of them giggling at something Aaron had said. 

“You’ll never guess who I saw - Steve Clemente.” 

Emily frowns, “Who?” 

Elizabeth rolls her eyes, “Really, Emily. You’ve met the man at my Christmas party the last few years. He’s the President over at Primrose Academy.” 

She hums and nods, “Of course, sorry,” she replies, sipping her coffee, “I remember now.” 

“Well, I was able to get Samuel on the list for their Preschool programme,” she says, opening up her menu, missing the confusion that passes across Emily’s face, “We’re a bit late but this is why it pays to know people.” 

“Sammy is 18 months old.” 

Elizabeth sighs, “It’s like you’re being purposely obtuse today,” she says, shaking her head as she looks back up at her, “I know how old my grandson is, Emily. But the waiting list for these programmes is 2 years. It’s a very prestigious school.” 

Emily presses her lips together and swallows thickly, preparing herself for an argument, “I appreciate the effort, Mom. But we’re not going to be sending him to private school.” 

Elizabeth’s head snaps up, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks at her daughter, “Excuse me?” 

“When the time comes we’re going to send him to the same preschool Jack went to,” she says, looking around for the waiter, the idea of a glass of wine with lunch more appealing than it had ever been, “It’s a great school.” 

Elizabeth sighs, “Emily, Samuel has the benefit of the Prentiss name-”

“He’s a Hotchner,” she corrects, her smile tight as she stares at her mother. 

“What?”

“Sammy. His surname is Hotchner, not Prentiss.” 

“You’re being obtuse again, I know that too. But you seem to be ignoring the benefits your son has purely from who we are.” 

The waiter chooses that moment to walk over, his smile kind as he starts to ask what they want to drink, a question Emily answers before he’s finished asking.

“Wine, please. A large glass.” 

The waiter clears his throat, looking back and forth between the two of them, “Any particular one, ma’am?” 

“Whichever one is closest.” ___

She smiles as she steps into her house, the tension automatically seeping from her shoulders the second the warmth of home washes over her. She hears cartoons coming from the living room and she walks in to find Jack sitting on the couch, his focus on the television. 

“Hey sweetie,” she says as she leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of his head, “Are you okay?” 

He nods, barely looking away from his favourite show, “Yeah. How was grandma?” 

“She was…” she scrunches her nose up and blows out a breath, “Grandma,” she smiles at him, “Where are Daddy and your brother?” 

“Upstairs,” he replies, “Dad is trying to get Sammy to nap,” he shrugs at her, “It wasn’t going very well.” 

She laughs and leans down to kiss his head again, “I’m going to go see if I can help,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, “We’re upstairs if you need us, okay?” 

“Okay, Mom.” 

She heads upstairs and smiles as she steps into the nursery, love spreading through her chest as she’s met with the image of her husband pacing back and forth, their grumpy toddler in his arms. 

“Come on, buddy. You’ll feel better if you nap.”

“No,” Samuel grunts, rubbing his face against Aaron’s chest.

“Daddy’s right,” Emily says from the doorway, both of them looking at her at the same time, matching expressions on their faces, “You’ll feel better if you nap.”

“Mama!” Samuel exclaims, his lower lip pushed out in a pout as he reaches out for her, scrambling in Aaron’s arms. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” she says, lifting him into her arms and kissing the top of his head, “Mama’s got you,” she looks up at her husband, “You’ve been giving Daddy a hard time whilst I’ve been gone?” 

“Only you have the magic touch, it seems,” Aaron says, kissing the top of her head and then her lips as she tilts her head up, “How was lunch?”

She groans and runs her hand up and down Samuel’s back, “It was as expected,” she grumbles, turning her attention back to their son who was already a little calmer, “You want to get some sleep, sweet boy?” 

“Not tired,” he complains, and Aaron hides a smile, a look in his eyes that lets her know exactly what he’s thinking. 

He gets that from you.

“Well, I am,” she says, kissing his head again as she walks towards the loveseat in the corner of the room, “Why don’t we all just sit down for a little while.” 

“‘kay,” he says, pressing his face against her neck as she sits down. She rests her cheek against the top of his head and rubs circles on his back, knowing it is a surefire way to get him to fall asleep. 

Aaron joins them, his arm around her shoulders, and he pulls her closer, “Want to talk about it?” 

She hums, “She mentioned getting Sammy onto a list for a private preschool.” 

Aaron frowns, “He’s 18 months old.” 

She chuckles, “That’s what I said too,” she replies before her smile slips away, “I made it clear that isn’t what we want but…” she blows out a shaky breath, “But then she made it clear she didn’t agree.” 

He tightens his grip on her, his lips against her hairline as he blows out a slow breath, an obvious attempt to keep his cool, “What did she say, sweetheart?” 

“She said I’m risking my kid's futures for the sake of being stubborn.” 

He clenches his teeth and sighs, stamping a kiss against her head before he replies, “That’s not true, Em.” 

“I know,” she sighs, shaking her head a little as she looks down at Samuel, the little boy halfway to sleep already, “At least I think I do,” she looks up at Aaron and offers a half-shrug, “I don’t know. I hated going to private school, and I want something different for the boys. But we could afford it,” she licks her lower lip, “Hell, we could afford to send half a dozen kids to private school all the way through to high school if we want to,” she raises an eyebrow at him when she watches something spark in his eyes, “Down boy,” she jokes and they share a smile, “We could afford it but…that doesn’t mean we should do it, does it?” 

“Of course not, sweetheart,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “We know what’s best for our children, not your mother, or an old friend of hers, but us,” he smiles softly, “And if we want to send Sammy and Jack to public school, or all half a dozen of them,” he winks when she rolls her eyes, “Then we will. And we can change our minds in the future if we want to. But you aren’t doing them a disservice or depriving them of something because you want them to have a different experience to you.” 

She nods, leaning forward and pressing her forehead against his shoulder, “I know,” she says, believing this time, and she blows out a slow breath, “I just never felt like I could be myself at those places,” she says, “All that mattered was getting good grades and being the best,” she sighs contentedly when he kisses the top of her head, “I never want the boys to think that’s all they are good for.” 

“They won’t,” he assures her, kissing her head one more time before he encourages her to look up at him, “You’re an excellent mom, Em,” he says, his smile growing as hers does, “Our boys are lucky to have you.” 

She stamps a kiss against his lips, “They are lucky to have you too.”

He smiles and looks down, shaking his head slightly when he sees that Samuel is fast asleep, “He’s sleeping.” 

She hums and looks at her son, his nose bright red and sore from where he’d been rubbing his fists against it, “Poor baby, was he okay whilst I was gone?” 

Aaron nods, “He was fine, he missed you - but he always does when you’re not here,” he runs his fingers up and down her arm, drawing a soothing pattern as they silently agree to stay sitting there with their son for a while, “So, about this half a dozen kids-”

“Aaron.” 

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Chasing Us: Part 9

SUMMARY: The wedding ceremony, cocktail hour, and the start of the reception. Hannah says something that could ruin the friendship and relationship between her and Tyler during a dance.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 2k

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TAG LIST: @omgbrianab I @shanimallina87

The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore provided the perfect backdrop for the wedding ceremony, adding to the romantic ambiance. Guests were already seated, their chairs arranged in neat rows facing an elegant arch adorned with lush white flowers and flowing greenery. The entire scene looked like it had been plucked straight from a dream.

Hannah stood with the other bridesmaid, Caroline, in the main suite of the house, taking one last look in the mirror. Her hair had been styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and her makeup was soft and natural, enhancing her already striking features. The bridesmaid dress she wore - a soft blush color - hugged her figure perfectly, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement as the moment she'd been waiting for all day was finally here.

"Are you ready?" Emily asked, stepping into the room in her wedding dress, looking every bit the radiant bride.

Hannah smiled, taking in the sight of her little sister. "You look stunning, Em," she said, her voice full of affection.

Emily grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, Hannah. And you look beautiful too."

Hannah reached out and took Emily's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's go make you a Mrs.," she said, her voice light but filled with meaning.

The two sisters shared a brief, emotional hug before heading downstairs to join the rest of the bridal party. As they made their way out of the house and towards the beach, Hannah could feel her heart pounding with anticipation. The ceremony was about to begin.

Guests turned in their seats as the bridal party approached, the soft music from the string quartet floating through the air. Tyler, standing near the front with the groomsmen, caught sight of Hannah, and his breath hitched. She was breathtaking.

Hannah took her place at the front, lining up with the other bridesmaid, her eyes briefly meeting Tyler's. He gave her a small reassuring smile, which she returned, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

The music shifted, signaling the bride's entrance. All eyes turned toward the house as Emily, escorted by their father, began her walk down the aisle. She looked ethereal, her dress flowing behind her like a soft cloud, and there was a collective sigh from the guests as she made her way to the altar.

Tyler's eyes, however, kept drifting back to Hannah. There was something about the way she carried herself, the way she smiled, that had him completely captivated. He knew he was supposed to be focusing on the ceremony, but he couldn't help it - Hannah was all he could see.

As the ceremony began, the officiant spoke words of love and commitment, but for Hannah and Tyler, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. They exchanged glances, each one filled with unspoken emotions, as the vows were read.

When the officiant asked if anyone had any objections, a playful smirk tugged at the corner of Tyler's lips, and Hannah had to suppress a giggle. But the moment quickly passed, and everyone focused on the couple before them, who were head over heels in love.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and just a fleeting moment, the officiant pronounced Emily and Matt husband and wife. The guests erupted into applause as the couple shared their first kiss as a married couple, the sound of the ocean waves and the setting sun creating a perfect backdrop for the moment.

Hannah's heart swelled with happiness for her sister, but as she caught another glance from Tyler, she couldn't help but wonder what the future would hold for them. There was something in his eyes, something that made her believe that this day might not just be about Emily and Matt's love story - but the beginning of her own.

As the ceremony concluded and the newlyweds led the way back up the beach, the guests followed, making their way to the mansion for the cocktail hour. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the sprawling front yard where tables were elegantly arranged, each adorned with candles and small floral arrangements that mirrored the beachside decor. The air buzzed with excitement as everyone settled into the relaxed atmosphere, drinks in hand and laughter filling the space.

Hannah found herself in the middle of a small group of family and friends, exchanging stories and catching up with relatives she hadn't seen in years. She was just finishing a conversation with her cousin when she felt a gentle hand on her waist. Startled for only a brief moment, she turned to see Tyler standing next to her, a warm smile on his face.

"There you are," he said softly, his thumb lightly brushing against her side. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself leaning slightly into him.

"Hey," she responded, her voice light with affection. She turned to the group she had been chatting with and introduced him, her voice proud. "Everyone, this is Tyler."

Tyler offered a polite smile and a firm handshake to each person, exchanging pleasantries and charming the small crowd with ease. Throughout the introductions, his hand remained on Hannah's waist, a constant, reassuring presence that she found herself growing increasingly comfortable with. It was a simple touch, but one that communicated more than words could.

As the conversations continued, Hannah could feel Tyler's hand gently sliding up to rest on her lower back, a subtle shift that made her heart flutter. She wasn't used to this kind of public display of affection, but with Tyler, it felt natural - right even. It was as though his touch anchored her, providing a sense of calm amid the whirlwind of socializing.

She introduced him to more of her family and friends, and each time, Tyler's hand remained steady on her back, a silent reassurance that he was right there with her. It was a small gesture, but one that didn't go unnoticed by those around them. Her friends exchanged knowing glances, and her aunts whispered amongst themselves, clearly approving of the man by her side.

At one point, as they moved to a different group of guests, Tyler leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispered, his voice just for her.

Hannah felt her cheeks warm, a soft blush creeping up her neck. "Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him. The way he looked at her at the moment, with such sincerity, made her heart skip a beat.

They continue to mingle, Tyler never once letting go of her. His hand would occasionally slide up to her shoulder or down to the small of her back, but it never strayed far. Each touch was a quiet reminder of his presence, his care, and his growing affection for her.

The cocktail hour seemed to pass in a blur, filled with laughter, toasts, and more introductions. But through it all, the connection between Hannah and Tyler grew stronger, the unspoken bond between them becoming more tangible with every passing moment.

As the staff began ushering guests towards the reception area, where dinner and dancing awaited, Tyler finally moved his hand from her waist, only to take her hand in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and Hannah couldn't help but smile, knowing that no matter what the rest of the evening held, they were in this together.

The backyard has been transformed into a beautiful reception area. The entire space was bathed in soft, warm light as Tyler and Hannah made their way to their designated table. The room buzzed with the hum of conversation and laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the soft strains of background music setting the perfect ambiance for the evening. The table they found themselves at was nestled near the front, offering a clear view of the dance floor. Hannah's parents, her brother, and his wife were already seated, greeting them with warm smiles.

As dinner was served, the table became a hub of lively conversation. Her parents recounted old family stories, her brother shared a few lighthearted jokes, and Tyler fit right in, his easy charm winning over everyone at the table. Hannah found herself watching him more than she should have, her heart skipping a beat each time he laughed or flashed her a quick smile. It was a surreal moment - one that felt so natural, yet tinged with an undercurrent of something she couldn't quite place.

The meal passed quickly, and soon, it was time for the toasts and speeches. Matt's brother Ben delivered heartfelt words, followed by Jake. Then Hannah's parents took a moment to share their well-wishes for the newlyweds. Hannah joined in the applause, her heart swelling with emotion as she watched her sister beam with happiness.

After the speeches, the cake was cut, and the space was filled with the sweet scent of buttercream and vanilla. The guests indulged in the dessert as the DJ began setting up for the dancing portion of the night. The lights dimmed slightly, casting a romantic glow over the makeshift dancefloor as the bride and groom took to the dance floor for their first dance.

Hannah watched them with a wistful smile, her gaze lingering on the way they twirled together, lost in their own world. It was a picture-perfect moment, one she couldn't quite help but admire. The song was slow and sweet, the kind that made you believe in love and happy endings.

When the song ended, the DJ invited everyone to join the newlyweds on the dance floor. Slowly, couples began to rise from their seats, filling the space with swaying bodies and laughter. Hannah remained at the table, content to watch for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

As the dance floor filled, Tyler, who had been quietly observing her leaned in close. "You're not going to let me have all the fun, are you?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

Hannah smiled, ready to offer an excuse about not being much of a dancer, but before she could, Tyler stood up and extended his hand to her. "Come on," he said with a grin. "You can't say no to your boyfriend."

Before she could object, Tyler gently took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The music shifted to a slower song, and Tyler pulled her close, one hand resting on her waist while the other held hers securely. Hannah's heart raced as they began to sway to the music, the closeness of his body to hers making it hard to think straight.

"Thank you for being here," she murmured, glancing up at him through her lashes. "It means a lot."

Tyler's gaze softened as he looked down at her. "I'm glad I came," he replied, his voice sincere.

Hannah laughed softly, trying to ease the tension she suddenly felt. "We've gotten pretty good at pretending, haven't we?"

For a moment, Tyler didn't respond. His expression grew serious, and Hannah immediately regretted her words, wondering if she'd said something she shouldn't have. The silence stretched on, and just as she was about to speak again, Tyler stopped moving. He looked at her, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite decipher.

"I didn't know we were still pretending," he said quietly, his voice tinged with an emotion that made her breath catch.

Before she could respond, Tyler gently released her hand and stepped back, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. The space around her seemed to close in on her as she watched him walk away, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to fall out to him, to explain, to say something - anything - but her voice caught in her throat.

As she took a step forward, determined to follow him, she was intercepted by a family friend who wanted to say hello. The interruption was brief, but it was enough time for Tyler to slip away. By the time she could excuse herself, he was gone, lost in the crowd of guests mingling around the edges of the dance floor.

Hannah's eyes scanned the backyard, her heart sinking as she realized she couldn't find him. Panic began to bubble up inside her, a mix of heartbreak and worry swirling in her chest. She needed to find him, to clear the air, and to understand what he meant. But no matter where she looked, Tyler was nowhere to be found.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Paradise: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: Spencer finally meets your parents, but it doesn’t go as well as you thought it was going to go. Are you a bad girlfriend for letting your dad treat him that way, or is it completely out of your control?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell." - Thomas Fuller

The bruises still linger on your face from when Ben hit and slapped you. The pain is long gone, but whenever Spencer sees them, he can't help but feel guilty all over again. You're sitting at your desk at the end of the work day, applying makeup to cover the bruises. Spencer sits at his desk, but instead of finishing his work, he's staring at you.

You can feel the waves of guilt wash over him, and your hand shakes as you try not to feel his guilt as your own.

"Stop doing that, Spencer," you mutter and finish putting on eyeliner.

"What am I doing?" he asks innocently.

"They don't hurt anymore."

You finish with your eyes and dab some powder foundation on your chin.

"Why are you doing your makeup this late at night?" Derek asks as he passes by your desk.

"Spencer and I are having a date night. I want to look pretty."

Spencer gets up and walks over to you before stopping at the back of your chair. You tip your head back to look at him, and he smiles lovingly.

"You're already pretty."

He leans down and kisses you, Spider-Man style.

"Where are you guys going?"

"I know a pretty good Indian restaurant that's open all night. She's never had Indian food, and I need to introduce her to a whole other world."

"You two have fun. I have my own date to attend to," Emily says and puts on her jacket.

"You got a date? With who?" Derek asks.

"My hot tub."

"Now that sounds like a party."

"You're so not invited," she says playfully.

JJ walks through the two glass doors with her hand on her pregnant belly. You can't believe she is having a baby, but you're so excited. You're going to spoil the shit out of her baby whether she wants you to or not. She might be happy about having her baby, but she isn't happy with the news she has to give her team.

"Hold up, guys. Change of plans. I'm glad I caught you."

"Is everything okay?" Emily asks.

"I've been on the phone with a sheriff in Nevada. There's been a series of suspicious accidents in the Reno area that may be connected."

"JJ, can't this wait until morning?" Derek sighs.

"I don't think so. If I'm right about this, I think we'll be leaving first thing tomorrow. Sorry."

She leaves the group and heads to the briefing room, and Derek and Emily head to their desks to unpack their things. You turn to Spencer with an understanding frown.

"Looks like date night will have to wait."

"We can go after this case," he says and pulls you close.

"You got it," you grin.

You lean up and kiss him but keep it short and sweet. You two head to the briefing room and take your seats while JJ starts.

"Three nights ago outside Reno, this car was hit by a tractor-trailer."

She pulls up a picture of a wrecked car on the side of a highway.

"Any survivors?"

"The truck driver walked away unharmed. Jonathan and Rebecca Gallen, the passengers in the car, were DOA. When the local sheriff arrived on the scene, he noticed several things: no blood spatter inside the car, no seat belt burns, and no lacerations from the airbags."

"They were dead before the accident," Spencer confirms.

"The autopsy confirmed that and the cause of death. Blunt force head trauma, and evidence of rape and torture to the woman."

"The unsub wasn't very successful at hiding the fact that he murdered two people," Hotch sighs.

"There's a chance he has gotten away with it before. After I spoke to the sheriff, I had Garcia look into any similar accidents near the California and Nevada border. She found two with a similar MO in the past couple of weeks. Both were couples in a car hit by a tractor-trailer. It's always a man and a woman stopped right in the middle of the road, and it's always at night on a remote highway."

"It can't be a coincidence the victim type and this very specific MO are the same in all three cases," Rossi says. "Was Garcia able to find any connection between them?"

"One thing they have in common is that they all disappeared for forty-eight hours prior to the accidents."

"We know what he does to his victims during that time. We just need to figure out where he finds them."

The briefing wraps up, and you all shuffle out of the room to gather your things for the long plane ride to Vegas. Your parents have been living there since they moved a couple of years ago. They were always moving across the country when you were younger, so hearing about this doesn't surprise you.

Maybe Spencer can finally meet them.

"Hey, wait a sec," you stop Spencer from going to his desk. "My parents live in Vegas. If I call them, and they have the time, do you want to meet them? Maybe we can have lunch or dinner together. I've met your mom, and I'd really like for you to meet them."

"That sounds awesome. I'd love to do that," he nods with a smile.

"Great," your eyes light up. He leaves your side, and you take out your phone to call your mom. She doesn't answer, but she might be sleeping since it's late where she is. "Hey, mom. I know it's late, but my job is taking me to Reno if you and Dad have some time to come up there? Maybe we can do lunch or dinner? I want you to meet someone. I love you!"

With that out of the way, you're able to gather your go-bag and meet everyone on the plane. It's just after dawn when you're at a cruising altitude, and JJ takes out some over-the-ear headphones to place on her growing belly.

"JJ?" Emily asks, looking at the headphones in question.

"It's so the baby can't hear."

"What is he listening to?"

"Beethoven."

"I personally preferred Mozart, myself," Spencer says. "Be careful to limit his exposure to one hour a day. Amniotic fluids have a tendency to amplify sound."

"Thanks for the reminder, Doc," she chuckles before getting down to business. "Okay, so, all three crashes were on highways outside of Carson City, Lake Tahoe, and Reno."

"All cities with a large and diverse transit population. Not to mention the thousands of locals mixing with seasonal workers. It's an endless pool of victims to choose from."

"Rebecca was beaten badly," Hotch notes about the victim. "Her ribs are broken ante-mortem. He'd need time and privacy to do this. That would suggest the killer either lives or works in the area."

"He's going to such extremes to try and hide the murders. Maybe he has a connection to the victims?" Derek wonders.

"What does the press know?" Rossi asks JJ.

"All media outlets are reporting an accident."

"The one thing going for us is the killer has no idea we know. That helps us."

"JJ, when we land, would you explain to Sheriff Bruner and his deputies how important it is to keep this quiet? If the unsub finds out we're here, all bets are off. He could change his MO or just pick up and find his victims somewhere else," Hotch asks.

And JJ did just that once you landed. Sheriff Bruner waits for you at the Reno police department, and he shakes hands with Hotch once you get in. The other officers don't know why you need to keep this quiet, so the Sheriff addresses them.

"From this point on, the company line is simple. The FBI is here to investigate a missing person."

"You may be thinking, if the public knew the truth, they might be able to help us," JJ says. "However, we can't risk this getting out because this killer needs to believe he's getting away with murder. Any future calls related to this investigation can be directed to me or Agent Hotchner. Remember, if we can just keep a lid on this now It'll only help us later. Thanks."

The other officers go back to what they were doing before. The Sheriff walks you to where you'll be set up.

"It's not much, but it's a place to hang your hats."

"All we need is a table and an evidence board," Hotch says.

"Sheriff, if you don't mind, some of us would like to go to the site of the accident," Rossi asks.

"I'll have a deputy take you. Rebecca's father is coming in to claim the bodies."

"Do you have any aerial photos of the crash sites?"

"We didn't think to get any."

"Not a problem. I'll have our technical analyst get some from the NSA. I'd like to see what the areas surrounding the highways are like."

The Sheriff brings over a map of the area where all of the crash sites have been. The map is unmarked, but Spencer grabs a pen to mark down the spots of the accidents.

"The first victims, Fritz and Johanna Dietrich were found ten days ago after visiting from Germany. Their accident site was on Highway 50 just south of Lake Tahoe."

Spencer marks that on the map.

"The second couple, Melissa and Tom Taylor were from Oregon. They were found on the 267, northeast of Lake Tahoe, not far from the interstate." Spencer marks that as well. "The latest victims, Jonathan and Rebecca Gallen were from Arizona. Their accident occurred between Reno and Carson City on Highway 395."

"All three couples were staying in the area without reservations, and the only transactions on their credit cards were from gas stations hundreds of miles away," JJ says.

"The common theme here is no paper trail. If no one can contact them or trace them, they become the perfect victims."

Before you leave, Rossi gets those satellite photos from Penelope, but he doesn't look at them right away. He wants to wait until he's at the crime scene to compare them to the area.

Hotch and JJ stay behind to talk to Rebecca's father, Spencer stays behind to work on the profile, and the rest of you are taken to the newest car accident site. The truck driver who rammed into the small car is still on the side of the road talking with the officers since it's still so new. Jonathan and Rebecca's energies are faint because they didn't die here. They were placed in that car and left to be hit well after they died.

You're not sure you can see what happened before they died or where they died.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go home now and tell my wife that I didn't kill that couple," the older truck driver says once you get there.

"Sir, we're gonna have to ask you not to do that."

"Everyone believes I killed them. You don't know what that feels like."

You do, but you're not going to tell him that.

"We understand what we're asking of you, but this is an extremely important part of our investigation," you say. "We need the public to continue to believe this was an accident."

"Mr. Jones, we will catch this guy," the sheriff assures. "When we do, your good name will be vindicated. I promise you that."

"Fine," Mr. Jones sighs. "If I can think of anything that would be of use to you, I'll let you know."

"Thank you for your time." Mr. Jones heads back to his truck. "This guy could've left the bodies anywhere."

"He didn't, and there is a reason for that. This behavior tells us the risk of leaving the bodies where he killed them is greater than the risk he takes staging these accidents." Rossi takes out the file containing the satellite photos. "Here are the satellite photos."

He lays them out on the hood of the police car so you all can see. Each accident site has curves winding around them so a car or a semi-truck wouldn't be able to see them until it's too late.

"Look at that. All three accident sites have similar blind curves," you point out. "What are these areas just off the highway?"

"Some are fire roads and some are trails for off-road vehicles such as ATVs."

"We know this guy's organized. It looks like he plans his escapes in advance."

"I found something, boss," one of the officers says as he jogs away from the crushed car. He hands over the item he found that's in an evidence bag. "It's a matchbook."

The matchbook is from a diner called Flo's, and you, Derek, and Emily decide to go over there and see if you can't get some intel.

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[starsignchaser]

hello everyone and welcome to the March 2024 edition of emily's fic recs! If you saw my post this weekend you know that I bookmarked 57 fics this month... yeah idk how that happened but just know that this is gonna be a bit of a long one.

this month's list contains Jegulus, Wolfstar, and Drarry for a total of 28 fics. there are some all-time faves in this list (march was a good month) so I hope you enjoy!

without further ado, lets dive in :)

Jegulus

blue and yellow skies by alarainai, salmon_says (142k, 27/27, rated M)

Quidditch Rivals turned Quidditch Lovers. That's what the world sees them as, at least.

Too bad Regulus hates James Potter's guts, and James? Well, it doesn't matter what he feels about their definitely fake, definitely emotionless relationship.

just cute quidditch boys who love each other

i fell hard (in your arms tonight) by grimjobs (17.9k, 9/9, rated G)

Regulus didn't know he was touch starved until James started touching him.

cute boys and silly misunderstandings

i've got my eye on you by artiest (10k, rated M)

James and Regulus are friends with benefits except they're both ridiculously in love with each other.

this one was so good I had to give it an instant reread as I was putting my list together. angsty happy in-love boys

Many Happy Halloweens by SnarkyMagpie (7.6k, rated M)

Monsters come out on Halloween, but Regulus Black will gladly fight any horror, whether it's a dragon or anxiety, to protect his family.

Jeggy dads!!!!!! Technically single dad James with Harry and then Reggie joining their family <3333

stuck by you (and the glue) by cleargreen (4.7k, rated G)

The two most important people in James's life finally meet. This is how it goes.

baby harry has a crush on his dad's boyf reg

Whoops. by my_castlescrumbling (2k, rated T)

Regulus is a TA for Professor Monty Potter and Monty keeps trying to set Regulus up with his son. Regulus always refuses, of course. But what happens when, at the end of the term, he goes to the Potter Christmas Party?

yayyy happenstance!!!

a little death by noasmirrorball (1.6k, rated E)

James wakes Regulus up with a little surprise.

this is just straight up porn

heatwaves by regscupid (1.5k, rated E)

With the exit of May, James quickly came to realize he could not deal with what June brought with it. June meant hotter weather. Their flat didn’t have air conditioning.

reg in crop tops makes james' brain go mush

Wolfstar

wading in waist-high water by colgatebluemintygel (82k, 9/9, rated E)

Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off...

ONE OF MY FAVES OF THE MONTH!!! a wonderful balance of funny moments, bits of angst, and mostly just a lot of love between these two boys

Like Real People Do by third_crow (36k, 3/3, rated T)

Or, Remus works as a barista and Sirius comes in every morning with the world's cutest baby, and man, these two just wrote the book on mutual pining, huh?

I LOVED THIS FIC!!! there is so much angst but it is so worth it because these two are meant to find each other every time

To Be Alone With You by Shay_Fae (16.6k, 4/4, rated M)

In the summer of their sixth year, Remus Lupin tried to kill himself.

MAJOR TW for this one (as you can see from the description) but also such a beautiful take on Sirius's love for Remus and their dynamic

my castle crumbled overnight by YellowLark23 (9k, 2/2, rated T)

Sirius deals with his parents’ abuse while at school, but he never realizes just how dangerous the game they're playing is.

This fic is more black brothers focused but there is sweet background wolfstar hurt/comfort :)

i've got diamonds in my eyes (for you) by crushofdoves (6k, 2/2, rated E)

Sirius and Remus are in big, soft, filthy love.

this is so hot and also just feels so real for a sex scene like they literally stop to have a grilled cheese in the middle it's perfect

Remus' Impromptu Study Break by ravenclaw_with_no_friends (5.6k, rated E)

“Sod off Pads, I’m mad at you,” Remus decided his best way out would just be to go have a shower. He got out of the bed, picking up his pyjama bottoms to hold in front of his crotch.

wolfstar smut with sirius making the first move hehe

i was sinking and now i'm sunk by crushofdoves (3.9k, rated E)

The air between them felt electric, crackling with intention and Sirius hoped they were on the same page.

bookstore employee remus having his way with sirius in the back room

Ways to be Gentle by Quietlemonhush (3.6k, rated E)

Sirius has a bad day. Remus reminds him what softness feels like.

sad sirius being given all the love by his moony

Drarry

A Dented Old Street Sign by orphanghost (27k, rated M)

Draco knows they aren't the only students who will be completing their NEWTs this year, but they are the only ones whose home fireplaces were disconnected from the floo network by the ministry.

At least, Draco assumes as much until he sees the light falling out from the front door of one of the other rickety old houses in front of them and the three figures cast in its warm glow.

the golden trio and returning slytherins are neighbors in Hogsmede for 8th year. tension, hijinks, and love ensues

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (22k, rated T)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

ONE OF MY FAVES OF THE MONTH!! just sweet boys who love cats and grow together and kiss!!!

Cascade by Avonne (18.7k, rated M)

Harry wants to touch, and Draco wants to be touched. If only they could figure it out.

I want to take every 8th year fic in hold them close in my arms because these boys are so sad and fucked up but they keep finding each other and making it work. one of my faves!

Sourdough by academicdisaster (17k, rated M)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

read tags before reading!!! contains some off screen heavy angst but sooo good. Again, you will always catch me at the scene of a weird little draco fic

Magical Menagerie by DorthyAnn (16k, 7/7, rated T)

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war… in a good way, a really good way.

sweet weirdo draco you will always have my heart

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn (14.8k, 3/3, rated T)

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

again, love me an 8th year fix-it fic

Slow Show by Avonne (14.7k, rated M)

Harry doesn't know the kind of love that isn't forged in pain. He doesn't understand slow and calm and easy. He can't trust unconditional. After all, how could Draco love him if he's not allowed to sacrifice himself for it? Draco shows him.

I just can't get enough of harry being a self-sacrificing idiot and Draco being the one who can consistently cut through his bs and be like "hey!!! stop that dummy, we all love you (but me especially)"

I'll keep you (safe and sound) by arminaa (13k, 4/4, rated E)

Harry takes temporary custody of Teddy while Andromeda's comatose at St Mungo's after an accident, and Draco, his something-with-benefits, shows up unexpectedly to help.

two awkward boys who don't know how to tell each other they like each other (with baby Teddy!)

Title of Their Sex Tape by Cibee (12k, rated T)

Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Brooklyn 99-esque fic with v sweet will they/won't they moments. also the line "“I confess,” Draco said quietly. “That I had hope ... you would choose me this time.”" !!!!!!!

By Any Other Name by dracognition (8k, rated E)

A botched love potion makes it so that everyone in Harry's vicinity is madly in love with him—everyone except Draco, that is.

everyone is in love with Harry, INCLUDING Draco!!! hehehe

Swipe Right by mee4ever (2k, rated G)

Or then one where Harry swipes right, and it turns out Draco does too.

I love their banter/flirting in this one so much!!!

Harry Potter Gets a Job [ART] by dustmouth (106 pages, rated M)

Harry returns home from Romania to find Arthur Weasley has a new apprentice, and there's an extra place set for dinner.

I love this art style and the story is just so perfect, def suggest checking out more by dustmouth if you enjoy this

[gogandmagog]

Okay, cute! Tagged by @batrachised! Thanks so much for thinking of me, you’re the actual best!

1-How many works do you have on AO3? 

Aw, man. Not a single one. I’m on fanfiction.net, because I feel like it’s the best spot to find fellowship with other likeminded or book-based Montgomery readers. (At least for the Anne series.) 

2-What's your total AO3 word count?    Not a lot! I’ve written four weency sketches that don’t actually even count fully as stories, because there’s scarcely any plot, only niceties and overall sweetness. My word count is something around 6.7K, which is piteous, following batrachised! 

3-What fandoms do you write for?    Lucy Maud Montgomery. I’ve done a lot of Anne, and little of Emily. 

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?    I haven’t even written five! I’m probably unqualified for this whole list of questions. Is a kudo interchangeable with a follow? My most followed is the Smugglers Jug.

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?    Yes, of course! If anyone has a fanfiction.net account, and they left me a comment, I’ve responded over private message, which is the vehicle that ff.net allows for such correspondence. It never feels like enough, though! In a perfect world, I’d be able to take you out for coffee or tea, as a way of saying thanks. Comments or reviews mean so much. 

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?  

Angst? I don’t know her. 

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Sincerely all of them. Anne and Gilbert are happy in canon, and all I even do are canon expansion/inserts.

8-Do you get hate on fics? 

Mercifully, no. I’d probably cry. I can’t imagine what inspires people to leave hateful comments. It’s fan fiction! It’s supposed to be fun!

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind? 

Please, I’m blushing. I’m actually writing something right now (when I say ‘right now,’ I just mean that it’s a Word document I’ve glanced at in the last six weeks) that I’ll have to label as M! But it’s not all that explicit, and it’s really just something seen by a third party. And anyway, we’ll see if I can ever summon the courage needed to post it.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet, sorry!

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?     I don’t think so! Small potatoes. 

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?    One time someone asked me if they could "podfic" one of my works, but this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to such a thing. 

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before? 

I didn’t even know that was a thing! I love it.

14-What's your all-time favourite ship? 

Walter/Una? Walter’s parents, too.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? 

I mean… speaking of crossovers! I have about 2K words done of an Ingleside/the Alienist (they exist is the same time period, and only 1200 KM apart; in my brain this is totally feasible) crossover that sees an awful murderer land in Glen St. Mary, and Doctor Blythe being relied upon by Doctor Kreizler for professional assistance throughout. I might have the time to complete this when I’m 85.

16-What are your writing strengths? 

I think it’s a strength that I always want to be writing, isn’t it?

17-What are your writing weaknesses? 

I can’t stop writing run-on sentences. Like… think an entire paragraph that’s one sentence. I’m wholly aware that I do it. But I still can’t stop. I’m out of control, really. In other places, while it’s true I always want to be writing, I also can’t write unless I have the right pen the exact environment and circumstances that I feel are conducive to my best writing. (A desk, my favourite lappy, an empty house, pink noise, and a coffee.) If one small thing is off, I’m useless to my own endeavours.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? 

I could do it in Lushootseed?

19-First fandom you wrote for? 

Lucy Maud Montgomery books. First I read for, first I wrote for, first I ever cared enough about to seek ‘more’ of. We can add ‘only’ here too.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written? 

Awoo, I don’t know! They all stress me out equally? No matter what, I’ll always think to myself, ‘yikes, I could have done that better.’ I wish this had asked for recs, though! I have a bunch of those.

21-Tagging:

@dandelionsandderivatives! 🫶🏻

[mediocre-writerr]

a mediocre 2k party!!

2031 FRIENDS!! Y’ALL ARE AMAZING! If you want to participate in this little party, i have a variety of prompts based off lyrics from my favorite songs for you to choose from. you could choose one of the prompts and create a scenario out of it or just have me quote it in the blurb, up to you! also lmk if you want angst, fluff, or nsfw. when you request through my inbox please note that it is for the mediocre 2k party and what character you would like it to be written for. for those of you don’t know these are the characters i am currently writing for: criminal minds: jennifer jareau, emily prentiss, euphoria: cassie howard, lexi howard, maddy perez, mcu: kate bishop, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, you: love quinn, guinevere beck

prompt lists: 

“but all the we are is all that we’ll ever be, cause he’s the one waiting at home” - (smoke slow, joshua bassett)

“i’ll be fine for tonight with you by my side, but don’t you know you’re my lifeline) - (lifeline, joshua bassett)

“something keeps me holding on to nothing” - (haunted, taylor swift)

“when i told you ‘i’m fine’, you were lied to” - (mess it up, gracie abrams)

“i’ll be your summer sun forever” - (forever winter, taylor swift)

“nothing to say, when everything gets in the way” - (as it was, harry styles)

“i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me” - (false god, taylor swift)

“you’re a crisis of my faith” - (would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, taylor swift)

“but you had no problem leaving, now i’m the one to feel it” - (friend, gracie abrams)

“i still love you, i promise” - (i miss you, i’m sorry, gracie abrams)

“please don’t ever become a stranger, whose laugh i could recognize anywhere” - (new year’s day, taylor swift)

“i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden” - (daylight, taylor swift)

“and i need you sometimes, we’ll be alright” - (feels like, gracie abrams)

“i miss the shape of your lips” - (to be so lonely, harry styles)

“from strangers to lovers to enemies” - (in the kitchen, renne rapp)

“so i’ll leave before you go, cause there’s no tears when its my fault” - (let the grass grow, ruel)

“she could be perfect, but the problem is, she’ll never be you) - (somebody’s nobody, alexander 23)

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

“sacred new beginnings that became my religion” - (cornelia street, taylor swift)

“guess i’d die to keep your eyes on me” - (reckless driving, lizzy mcalpine)

“did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room” - (question, taylor swift)

“hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you” - (keep driving, harry styles)

“i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out, there’s just one who could make me stay” - (you’re on your own kid, taylor swift)

“there’s many different way that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough” - (high infidelity, taylor swift)

“london is lonely without you” - (london is lonely, holly humberstone)

“all our best years are behind, what a brutal way to die” - (where do we go now?, gracie abrams)

“i’m not worried about where you are, or who you go home to, i’m just thinking about you” (little freak, harry styles)

“and i wake with your memory over me” (maroon, taylor swift)

“i’m sure that i would like her, if i were slightly nicer” - (rockland, gracie abrams)

“and i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have, but did not lose” - (stick season, noah kahan

[roosterforme]

Congratulations on 2k!! 🍻🎉

Prompt: Bradley loses his virginity in collage. after a collage party to a super sweet girl, in his dorm.

Thanks Mak! This is for my 2k followers party!

"Do you want to come back to my dorm room with me?" you asked quietly, lacing your fingers through his.

Bradley's heart was pounding. He'd had a crush on you for months, ever since you sat next to him in Economics 101 and smiled. He'd finally asked you out and you said yes.

"Yeah, okay," he said nervously, and both of you left the loud party together. But once he was in your room, lit only by your purple lava lamp, he blurted out, "I want to do this, but I've never done it before."

You removed your lips from his neck and shifted to look up at him, straddling his lap in your desk chair. "That's okay. I've only done it a few times," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

Bradley undressed you slowly, and you let him explore your body with his hands and his lips. When you led him to your bed and guided him to lay back, he let you do the same with his body. He was afraid he was going to cum when you rolled a condom on for him, but he held it together.

You straddled him, sliding down his length, and he was absolutely certain nothing had ever felt this good before. He was pretty sure he lasted ten minutes, only by sheer willpower. And when you invited him to sleepover with you, he readily agreed.

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⋆ ꉂ one-shots — 2k+ wc

Remiel: Lucifer (FOX)

i. Surprise, I’m Pregnant

[Name] is pregnant with Remiel’s baby but panics and doesn't tell her wife about it because she knows how much she depises the little human creatures. So being a responsible woman, you rant about it to your best-friends’ Chloe and Maze, unaware that Remiel heard all of it.

⋆ ꉂ drabbles — 1k to 2k wc

Melissa Hastings: Pretty Little Liars

i. Crush On Me

[Name] Fields, the older sister of Emily comes back to rosewood with nobody knowing. She is Melissa’s bestfriend but they both want something more than friendship.

Emma Duval: Scream (TV Series)

ii. I’m Here

The killer calls Emma and threatens to hurt her girlfriend but the blonde hangs up, scared. She calls [name] to come over to her house and [name] comes over and reassures her and cuddles Emma to sleep.

Remiel: Lucifer (FOX)

iii. Not All Humans

Remiel comes back down to earth not knowing that she could find a potential love in her heart for one certain human.

Moe Traux: Trinkets

iv. Kisses and Confessions

Moe caught feelings for her childhood bestfriend, [name] and is still friends with her because to Moe’s disappoint; the foster girl was straight. During a party when playing 7 minutes in heaven, someone dared moe and [name] who has a boyfriend, could the odds be against moe for just one night?

v. Kisses and Confessions (2)

Moe and [Name] are locked in the bathroom after the huge make-out in front of Shawn. Now having no where to hide, Moe confesses to you about her feelings for a certain someone but could it be what she wanted after all?

vi. Kisses and Confessions (3)

[Name] and Moe are now secretly dating - Tabitha doesn't know but suspects it. [Name] is not out to her family but could one tiny slip up ruin everything when Brady catches you and Moe ‘performing’ in your bedroom.

⋆ ꉂ blurbs — wc less than 1k

Cora Hale: Teen Wolf

i. Pretty Girl

In which, [Name] and Cora wakes up in each other’s arms as they struggle to get out of bed.

ii. Her Soft Spot

In which, Cora develops a rigid soft spot for her childhood bestfriend whom she also has a secret crush on.

[sequinsmile-x]

Like a Light

It's the annual FBI blood draw and Aaron has an adverse reaction to donating.

He was never going to live this down.

-x-

Hi friends,

Really not sure where this came from, it's just a silly little thing that wouldn't leave me alone.

I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy (the fic is not about pregnancy, but Emily is pregnant in it)

Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily blows out a breath as she drops her pen onto her desk, her eyes flicking between her pile of complete paperwork and what she still had to do. She looks at her husband’s empty office and then all of her friends abandoned desks and she groans. She shakes her head at herself as she stands up, one hand on her bump and the other on the desk as she supports herself.

“Come on kid,” she says, rubbing a circle where she feels her baby moving, “Let’s go see, Daddy.” 

She was 7 months along and regulated to desk duty. It had happened a little earlier than she would have originally liked, but ultimately she was grateful for it. She was tired and sore and couldn't even begin to imagine how she’d feel in eight weeks when she was still pregnant. She was looking forward to meeting her baby, to find out what she was having since she and Aaron had decided to keep it a secret until they were born, but she was also looking forward to having more control over her body again. 

She was uncomfortable almost all the time. Her breasts hurt and were two cups sizes bigger than they used to be. Her lower back had a persistent ache and she had acne like she hadn’t since she was a teenager. 

She smiles to herself as she walks towards the temporary medical room that had been set up in the conference room, and the large sign that was displayed outside. 

FBI Blood Drive. 

There were definitely some benefits to being pregnant, and today getting out of the annual blood drive felt like one of them. 

It was the BAU’s turn, and they’d all been in the conference room for around 20 minutes. Even though she couldn’t donate herself that didn’t mean she couldn’t sit with them for a while. She smiles as she walks into the room, her eyes immediately meeting her husband’s. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi sweetheart,” Aaron says, smiling at her from across the room, “What are you doing here?” 

She shrugs as she starts to walk across towards him, “I was bored in the bullpen by myself,” she says, smiling at her friends as they all lay on their loungers, all in different stages of the blood donation process, “Thought I’d come to join the party.” 

JJ chuckles as she nods towards the catheter in her arm, “How long has it been since you went to a party, Em?” 

Emily smiles as she rubs over her bump, “Not sure, but it’s been at least 7 months.” 

Derek raises his eyebrow at her from where he was lying, grimacing as the nurse tightens the tourniquet around his tricep, “I see you managed to get out of this, Princess.” 

She rolls her eyes as she sits next to Aaron’s lounger, her hand on her bump as she lowers herself down, “Yes, Derek, I decided to have a whole ass baby just to get out of the FBI blood drive this year,” she quips, her smile turning into a smirk. “It was either this or fake my death again, and the pre-work involved with pregnancy is a lot more enjoyable.” 

She chuckles as her husband and her friends groan at the same time, protesting her suggestive comment simultaneously. 

“Em.” 

“Prentiss.” 

Emily looks at Aaron and shrugs her shoulders innocently, “Am I wrong?” 

Aaron shakes his head at her and then winces as the nurse pulls the catheter out of his arm now his donation is complete and presses a bandaid to his skin. 

“Just sit here for about 15 minutes and then you are good to go, Agent Hotchner,” the nurse says, smiling at him as she offers him a cookie, “Make sure you eat that.” 

“Thanks,” he says, smiling politely at her. He starts to open the cookie but gets interrupted when his phone starts to ring. He pulls it out of his pocket and sighs when he sees Strauss’s name on the screen. He answers it quickly, “Hotchner.” 

Emily initially tries to listen in on his conversation but is distracted when the nurse hands a cookie to her, a kind smile on her face. 

“Oh,” Emily says, looking at the baked good, salivating at just the thought of it, “I didn’t donate,” she says, resting her hand on her bump.

“Oh I know,” the nurse says, winking at her as she holds the plate of cookies even closer, “But when I was having my youngest, I had such a sweet tooth. Plus you’re having a whole ass baby,” she says, her eye sparkling slightly as she repeats Emily’s words from earlier, “You deserve a cookie.” 

She nods and takes one of them, “Thank you,” she says, already tearing into the packet, “I do deserve it.” 

She takes a bite and moans at the taste, shooting a glare at Dave across the room when he laughs at her, but any comment she may have made is stopped as Aaron sits up, his phone still against his ear. 

“Of course ma’am, I’ll be there straight away.” He hangs up the phone and stands up, turning to look at Emily, “I need to go see Strauss, there’s an issue with the budgeting report.” 

“Agent Hotchner,” the nurse says, standing up herself, “You really need to sit down, it’s only been a couple of minutes-”

“I’ll be okay,” he says, already thinking about how Strauss was going to yell at him, to use paperwork as an excuse to eat into his evening with Emily and Jack, “I really need to go…”

He drifts off as he steps away from the lounger and he’s hit with a wave of nausea. It feels like time slows down as he tries to shake it off, but it only makes it worse. The floor starts to sway beneath him and his vision starts to tunnel. He tries to rest his hand on the lounger to support his weight but he misses, his co-ordination gone. 

The last thing he’s aware of before he hits the floor is the nurse and Emily calling out his name. “Agent Hotchner.”

“Aaron.”

___

The first thing he thinks when he wakes up is that he is never going to live this down. 

He groans as he opens his eyes, the light-headed feeling still lingering as his vision starts to clear. He has two nurses standing in front of him, both of them looking concerned, and he groans again. 

“Agent Hotchner, are you feeling okay? You fainted.” 

“I’m fine,” he says, his words sounding weak to his own ears. He blinks a couple of times, grateful when his eyesight finally clears entirely. 

“We’ll help you up,” the nurse says, and he doesn’t shake off the help, knowing he would likely still be unsteady on his feet. He stands up and they each hook their arm through one of his and guide him back to his lounger. “You didn’t hit your head so that’s good,” the nurse replies, placing a bottle of water on the small table next to him, “Drink that and eat your cookie. And don’t stand up again until we say you can.” 

He hears a chuckle from the other side of the room and he glares at Derek, his stern look doing nothing to dampen his friend's amusement. Aaron feels a squeeze of his hand and he turns to look at his wife, his heart clenching in his chest at the poorly concealed concern painted across her face, “I’m fine, Em. I promise. I just stood up too quickly.” 

She isn’t sure she believes him. 

She’d watched it happen in slow motion. She’d seen how his eyes had glazed over as he fell to the ground like he weighed nothing, even though she knows exactly how heavy he is. Before she was too pregnant to do anything other than sleep on her side wrapped around a special pillow, she loved to sleep with him half on top of her, the weight of him a comfort, something that would always bring her back to herself when her nightmares came calling. 

It had scared the shit out of her, her panic way outweighing the situation, her love for him making it hard to breathe until he woke up. She’d tried to help but everyone, the medical staff and the team, had all told her to sit down. For once, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to defy what someone had told her and she’d sat in the chair next to his lounger, her hand on her bump as her baby started to move even more, spurred on by the spike in her blood pressure. 

She’ll tell him all of this later when they are home. When Jack was in bed and she could give herself space to feel everything she was feeling right now, because she knows she’ll cry, forever at the mercy of her hormones, and she doesn’t want to do that here. 

So she falls back into what she knows, at best, is a defence mechanism, and she smirks at him, the teasing comment slipping past her lips without any resistance. 

“If this is what happens when you donate blood I dread to think what you’ll be like in the delivery room when I give birth.” 

Aaron smiles at her and squeezes her hand, well aware that she was deflecting, that she preferred to use humour in moments like this, storing up her real emotions for when they got home. 

“The length’s you’ll go to in order to get out of a meeting with Strauss,” Dave quips, smirking when everyone, including Emily and Aaron, laugh.

“It’s a good thing you have a room full of witnesses,” JJ adds, an amused smile spreading across her face, “Otherwise I don’t think she’d believe you.” 

Emily starts to feel irritation bubbling in her gut, even though Aaron seemed to be taking the gentle mocking from everyone quite well, doing nothing more than smiling and rolling his eyes as their friends took it in turns to make fun of him. She can’t really explain why she’s feeling so protective, why her spine straightens out as her body tenses whilst everyone merely carries on what she’d started, but she’d stopped trying to figure out her emotions the moment she realised she was pregnant. She sees Derek open his mouth, and it’s her final straw, the snap of her control over how she was feeling reverberating around her head. 

“Stop making fun of him,” she says, cutting off Derek before he can even speak as the words escape before she can stop them, irritation she doesn’t fully understand burning in her chest. She looks at Derek and narrows her eyes, “Don’t make me bring up the time you and Reid got stuck in an elevator and screamed like little girls when it jolted.” 

“Hey,” Spencer says, frowning as he looks at her, “I didn’t even say anything.” 

“Sorry Spence,” she says, smiling apologetically at him, “Collateral damage.” 

“You started it, Em,” Derek says, furrowing his brow at her, “So you’re allowed to make fun of him and we’re not.” 

“Exactly,” she replies, “I’m his wife,” she says, raising her eyebrow in challenge when Derek looks at her like that isn’t explanation enough, “You’re allowed to make fun of him the moment you’re the one who sucks his-”

“Okay, thank you sweetheart,” Aaron says, cutting her off before she can say anything else, his hand firm around hers, “I appreciate the support but I’m fine, I promise.” 

She grumbles under her breath, her irritation still flowing through her veins, setting her on fire from the inside out. She looks at his still uneaten cookie and then back at him.

“You’d better eat that,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him, “Or I will, and I don’t want to be responsible for you fainting a second time today.” 

Aaron sighs as he hears barely concealed laughter from across the room, and he picks up the cookie and takes a bite.

He was never going to live this down. 

-x-

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🌲Series

Teach Me Something I Don’t Know (professor!Spencer & kinder teacher!reader - complete)

Love Has a Learning Curve (sequel to TMSIDK - complete)

Enter With Abandon (fem!reader accidentally orders too many meal kit boxes & Spencer takes one off her hands - WIP!)

Quick Learner, Slow Lover ♤ (40yovirgin!Spencer AU - WIP!)

🪴One-Shots

Atlas (three times Spencer needed support & one time he gave it) 

Weird is Good (TMSIDK verse - prof!Spencer & kinder teacher!reader in quarantine)

Happy Birthday, Genius (it’s Spencers 39th bday, that’s it, that’s the fic)

Through the Smoke (a rewrite of 13x22/14x01 substituting fem!reader for Garcia)

Hype Man (fem!reader struggles with her body image & Spencer is a sweet n horny boi)

Mission Accomplished ♤ (horny boi Spencer shows fem!reader just how much he loves her body)

Lighthouse (TMSIDK verse Spencer & reader go to her parents’ for thanksgiving)

Make a Memory ♤ (TMSIDK verse Spencer & reader make a new memory in her childhood bedroom)

Breaking the Seal (fem!reader tries a menstrual cup for the first time & it doesn’t go well. Spencer is a helpful bf)

Tie It Back ♤ (literally just the season five hair tie thing. gn!reader)

Cooking Up Some Magic (EWA verse Spencer helps reader make a holiday dessert)

Deck the Halls (Spencer is in the hospital over the holidays & gn!reader decorates his room)

All Cheered Out (Spencer is real tired of his neighbor’s christmas music; fem!reader)

Holiday Cliché (Spencer and fem!BAU!reader make some confessions at Penelope’s christmas party)

I’m Glad It’s You (Spencer thinks gn!reader gave him a lame re-gift; that is not the case)

The First of Many (TMSIDK Spencer & reader head back to NC for Christmas)

Only the Best for Jeremy (TMSIDK verse reader meets Jeremy the fish)

You Know Better ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader is tired of waiting)

34 + 35 - 1 ♤ (fem!reader has been listening to a certain song... a lot & misunderstandings and orgasms abound)

Love Like This ♤ (Spencer is jealous of TMSIDK verse reader’s high school bf & they work it out over the back of a truck)

The Interesting Electronic ♤ (or 3 times TMSIDK verse reader uses the interesting device Spencer found in her bedside drawer)

A Timely Reminder ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader visits Spencer at the university and helps him fulfill a fantasy)

Wishes Do Come True ♤ (TMSIDK verse reader and Spencer in the truck; part two)

A Little Messy ♤ (or Spencer told off Owen and TMSIDK verse reader found a fun way to say thank you)

Emily Prentiss x Reader

We Don’t Have to Pretend (literally just the snowed-in-at-the-airport trope w/ Emily and gn!rheader)

Tara Lewis x Reader

To Rip or Not to Rip? (Tara and gn!reader open their Christmas Eve cheat gifts)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

All I Want for Christmas (Jack’s wish to Santa is for his dad to get together with fem!reader)

Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan

Merry Christmas, Baby Girl (Penelope and Derek build a snow person)

God Given Solace Re-Write (self explanatory!)

Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Enjoy It While It Lasts (Penelope and Luke wear the same dorky sweater to Rossi’s annual holiday party)

BAU/Gen 

Winning is a Habit (the BAU is on a case & Spencer thinks he sees something familiar)

Santa’s Working On It (literally just santa!Rossi with the BAU kids)

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when silence isn’t golden

Based on this request from @drayshadow: Hello! I love your work! Could i please request #30 and #36 thank you 💜

Thank you for this request! xx

Prompts:

30. “You mean the world to me. Nothing else matters and nothing ever will.”

36. “You think our friends will be mad if we just get married right now?” 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Mildly angsty fluff

Spoilers: For 14x15 “Truth or Dare”

TW: Mentions of Spencer killing an unsub on a previous case, cursing, Jeid, and general relationship anxiety

Word Count: 1690

If you’re a fan of Jeid... I’m sorry? I hope you enjoy this second installment of my 2k Blurb Party! 

You hate being passive aggressive. Like, literally, despise the feeling. But in a situation such as this, your already passive personality takes on a defensive vibe, meaning that you are passive aggressive without intending to be so. Truly, you know you actually aren’t being that passive aggressive. You’re just being silent. Which, to a group of profilers, is essentially the same thing. But, for the first time ever, no one seems to really blame you for this. And that’s because it’s fucking awkward and everyone knows it.

You knew it had been a life or death situation. You knew she’d been under pressure. Logically, you knew that, under the same circumstances, you might even reveal something as batshit crazy as she had, but...genuinely, what the fuck? JJ suddenly deciding to tell Spencer that she’s always been in love with him is something that you still couldn’t quite fathom. All the times she’s talked to the both of you, had you babysit her children, given you and Spencer relationship advice, helped you plan date nights, hell, she’d helped the two of you move in together...had she had these feelings the whole time?

You can’t decide if Spencer’s relative silence on the matter is a blessing or a curse. Very quickly upon shooting Casey Pinkner and getting out of the jewelry store, he’d shoved the issue to the side. Not so much shoved it as not addressed it at all. He’d been more focused on being thrilled to get out of there, on being held in your arms before being checked by the medics, before even looking at JJ. But there was something about this that still upset you. Something about it that made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was that he didn’t...immediately reject her? You felt stupid and petty for feeling this way. There were far more imperative issues like the fact that Spencer had just killed a fucking unsub after being held hostage, for God’s sake. But it kept nagging at you, even now, almost two whole cases later, nearly a month and a half later. Even after you knew that he and JJ had addressed it, a gentle, private rejection of her feelings. Even after JJ apologized to you about it when she’d come back to work. There was something about it that you couldn’t get away from, something that kept gnawing at your soul. Something you could and probably should bring up to Spencer, but haven’t. 

The team had been called to assist on a case in Las Vegas. The case was done now, pretty clear cut, really. And it’s the final straw, though it’s not clear what the final straw actually is. It could’ve been when JJ made a joke and it made Spencer laugh. It could’ve been when she made a breakthrough on the case and you felt ridiculously jealous. It could’ve been when Emily pulled you to the side and asked you why you weren’t speaking, something of which you’re almost entirely unaware at this point. You didn’t realize your passive silence had gotten so bad. Spencer hadn’t mentioned it; home has been awkward, but the team’s been so busy, it’s not been too prevalent a problem. And you’re quiet by nature, especially on cases. You’ll input where you’re needed, but you prefer to intake the information quietly, only speaking when your thoughts are fully formed, rather than spitballing as some of the others are willing to do. But you know you’ve been different, you just didn’t realize anyone noticed. To tell the truth, the last six weeks have felt like a daze.

Whatever the final straw may be, it comes to a head as Spencer pulls you away from the group once you’re back at the hotel. He pulls you into the hotel’s stairwell of all places without a word, only speaking when the door is fully closed.

“What’s going on with you?” he demands quietly. You blink up at him, the stupor of your emotions still overwhelming you.

“What do you mean, Spence?” you whisper, quietly.

“I’ve not said anything,” he continues. He doesn’t sound angry or upset, just intense. And hurt. “I-I thought maybe...maybe I’d said something wrong or done something, but it’s been...it’s been weeks and I just-”

“Spence, what are you-”

“You haven’t talked to me in almost a month, Y/N!” he blurts out, exasperated.

“I talk to you-”

“Not really! We just go home and move through our lives like nothing’s wrong, but we aren’t talking and I just don’t understand what’s-”

“Are you seriously telling me that you don’t understand why I’m upset?” you ask. Your voice is quiet, but you can feel your blood starting to boil. “You’re a fucking genius, and you’re seriously telling me that you don’t know what’s wrong when one of my teammates, one of my best friends suddenly decides to tell the love of my life that she’s actually always been in love with him?”

Spencer doesn’t even have the chance to respond again before you begin to cry. You’re sobbing, really, and loudly, too. It’s the first time you’ve really allowed yourself to talk about it out loud. And it hits harder than expected.

“Y/N,” Spencer sighs, pulling you into his arms as sobs wrack your frame. Once you’ve calmed slightly, your breathing regulating a little more, Spencer presses a kiss to the top of your head and tightens his arms around you before continuing, his voice quiet, but intense and serious. “Honey, I need you to listen to me, okay? I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love somebody. Never doubt that, alright? I’m so, so sorry I didn’t...I know...I know I’m not the best boyfriend in the world, but I thought...I’d hoped I’d made that clear, at least. I’m so, so sorry. I know what JJ said was a lot, but...Y/N, it doesn’t matter to me. At all, actually. And maybe I should’ve addressed it more than I have, but I didn’t think it mattered. Because...because you mean the world to me. Nothing else matters and nothing ever will.”

“Really?” you whisper, so meekly that you barely recognize your own voice.

“Really,” Spencer replies, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. He pulls away from you, only to cup your face, running the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. He presses a kiss into your forehead, on the tip of your nose, and a quick, chaste kiss to your mouth. “Let’s get out of here, shall we? Get some fresh air?” 

At your timid nod, Spencer takes your hand, entwining your fingers with his own before exiting the stairwell and leaving the hotel with you in tow. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you continue to walk through the brisk night air. Eventually, you come upon a public park and the two of you sit on a bench, his arm still around your shoulders, pulling you to lean against his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he begins when you don’t say anything, “why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I’m not sure,” you whisper after a small pause. “I think I was...worried about what you might say...that JJ might...bring up some feelings.” You can feel Spencer staring down at you, can feel him intake a shaky breath before he moves, gently sitting you up, before scooting off of the bench and kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice gentle, but filled with seriousness. “You’re it for me, you know that? You’ve been it for me since...pretty much the moment you agreed to become my girlfriend. You’re so wonderful, and good, and kind, and smart. You make life feel easy, even when it’s really hard.” This admittance elicits a small, choked laugh from you, your face twisting into a genuine smile for the first time in ages. Spencer smiles up at you, tears forming in his eyes. You lean forward, your hands cupping his face. He puts his hands over yours, turning to each in turn and placing kisses on your palms. “Will you….will you marry me?”

“Spencer,” you sigh, “you don’t have to propose to make up for-”

“I’ve wanted to marry you since our first date,” he interrupts. “This isn’t me trying to make up for anything, Y/N. I want to marry you. I want a life with you.”

You’re quiet for a moment, studying your boyfriend’s face. You harken back to the week before the Casey Pinkner case. The warm, domestic moments in your shared apartment. The whispers of dreams about children and a house outside of the city. The life you had and the future that, at this moment, seems just as clear and bright as it had back then. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“How would you feel,” you tease, quietly, “if I said...yes?” 

Spencer doesn’t reply. His body shoots forward, smashing his lips to yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist. You smile into his mouth and kiss him back, the tension of the past month drifting into the night air. 

“We’re in Vegas,” Spencer pants out, when he finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. 

A giggle bubbles out of you, “Yes, we are, genius.”

“No, I know,” Spencer grins, “but, it’s the marriage capital of the world. Do you think our friends will be mad if we just get married right now?”

“Now?” you laugh, your hands resting on Spencer’s chest. “Can’t wait for me, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer pulls away from your forehead, still grinning, eyes never leaving yours. “My darling, I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you.”

“A thousand lifetimes isn’t necessary,” you joke, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Whenever you want,” Spencer assures you, “as long as you become my wife, I have no other requirements for our wedding.” 

It takes less than a minute for you to decide: “Where’s the closest chapel, future husband?”

~~~

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